imagine spending your whole childhood feeling like nothing, never cherish for being good or trying/doing your best. And then when you grow up you find someone who actually likes you, sees you as family, never said a mean thing about your disfigured face, and would trade his life for your happines...
...only for him to be murder in cold blood by a person who proudly stand besides the man who caused your life to be a living hell.
And you can't show your grief for him, because, again, your life is a living hell.
And now all you want to do is to honour him alongside a person who loved him...
...as much as you did.
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